I hope he hears my tears at night,
I hope he hears my screams.
I hope he hears that everything is nothing like it seems.
I keep ******* gawking at the exit,
And still I don’t know what it means.
Should I live a life of carelessness,
Should I **** on others’ dreams?
Could you say that’s unfair?
That’s all they’ve done to me.
Slowly picking at my potential,
Ripping at my sutures and my seams.
Don’t ask me why I bear these stitches
It’s not my turn to come clean.
I’ve done everything you asked
Yet you still cry on my sleeve.
I don’t want any of this anymore and
I don’t care what I leave
Because he refuses to hear my tears,
Everything is nothing as it seems.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
I hope he hears my tears at night,
I hope he hears my screams.
I hope he hears that everything is nothing like it seems.
I keep ******* gawking at the exit,
And still I don’t know what it means.
Should I live a life of carelessness,
Should I **** on others’ dreams?
Could you say that’s unfair?
That’s all they’ve done to me.
Slowly picking at my potential,
Ripping at my sutures and my seams.
Don’t ask me why I bear these stitches
It’s not my turn to come clean.
I’ve done everything you asked
Yet you still cry on my sleeve.
I don’t want any of this anymore and
I don’t care what I leave
Because he refuses to hear my tears,
Everything is nothing as it seems.
